Chapter Ten
Julien
I want to surprise her, but she’s making it very difficult. Of course it wasn’t a fucking way to shut the press up. I have the ring in my pocket this very second and I’d marry her in a heartbeat, but I’m waiting for that asshole brother of hers to arrive with the wedding gown. It’s been a hard thing to pull off via email and text with the occasional phone call when I know she’s just in the other room, or hell, even sitting next to me on the plane, but I have every intention of making her my wife.
We’ve only known each other a short time, but she’s my soul mate. I’ve never met a woman who could capture my heart or even attention. I get that she’s pissed at me, but I can’t do anything about it without spoiling the surprise. This woman has my heart and will be my wife before we leave Paris.
Tomorrow was the wedding for Alexa and Philippe, who met on a cruise for singles after both having failing marriages. When I arrived, my buddy called me to inform me that the wedding had been called off because Philippe had found her in bed with the best man. So I made a quick change of plans. Instead of having the wedding the day after theirs, we’d have theirs with the special creations Marilyn and I had created at the last minute. Our family and friends were already on their way, so it was perfect. My friend let me have the venue and everything in exchange for the fees he would have paid for the cake and desserts, so it worked out.
We work for hours and I steal glances at Marilyn, itching to reach over and touch her, to apologize for not telling her that she’s the most precious thing in the world to me and that tonight I’d be asking her to marry me.
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Her brother has just landed along with my brother and all her friends. Our guest list is massive for an impromptu wedding, but it’s fucking great.
“We’re done. Time to shower and prepare for dinner.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Did I just give a fucking order, Miss Shaw?”
“And? I’m off the clock, Mr. Beaumont.”
“Enough.” I flip her over my shoulder and press the elevator button. I swat her ass twice.
“Hey, jerk. I quit.”
“Nope. Not allowed.”
“I don’t care.”
“Didn’t you say we don’t follow laws?”
“I don’t care. You’re not the boss of me. You’re a jerk. I hate you, Julien.”
“No, you don’t. You love me and that’s why you’re mad at me, but I love you so much I can’t live without you, Marilyn. Stop crying, or I’m going to give you something to cry about.”
“What are you? My daddy?”
“Is that what you need? I’ll take you over my knee and spank your pretty little ass until you listen to Daddy.”
I get her in the penthouse suite and rip her clothes off, lean her over the bed, parting her thighs and bend down to lick her pussy. “Daddy needs your cookie nice and wet so it’s soft and ready for me.”
“Fuck,” she moans.
“Bad girl, watch that mouth of yours.” I swatted her ass. “First, I need you to wear something for me.”
“Oh, you’re getting kinky, Mr. Beaumont.”
“What happened to Daddy?”
“Do you like it when I call you Daddy?”
“Yes, little girl, because I’m going to breed you and you’re going to make me a daddy over and over again.”
“Breed me, Daddy.” I slide the ring on her finger.
“After you agree to marry me.”